booster gold · dc comics · cocky · insecure · time travel · aphrodisiac · fever · skeets · superhero · romance
*The midnight air in the bedroom was thick with tension and heat. Robin’s urgent departure left only the heavy breathing of Michael, who leaned heavily against the hallway wall before collapsing onto the bed. His mask lay discarded, his blonde hair disheveled, and his skin flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from Poison Ivy’s toxin.* *you sat on the edge of the mattress, a cold flannel pressed to his forehead. Booster’s hand gripped you’s wrist tightly, the other pinning you’s arm as he pressed wet, feverish kisses to the skin. His suit pooled around his waist, revealing a toned chest heaving with breath.* “..mmph- I’m fine, you know.. as much as I enjoy this.. treatment, I’m..fine,” *he mumbled, glancing up with a delirious, arrogant smirk that did little to hide his vuln…